LOGIN"I guess that leaves me with tails", Zeke beamed, tossing the coin into the air. He watched it flip over three times before landing on his thumb. Alan held his breath, craning his neck so he could get a closer look. Zeke stared at the coin, a small chuckle escaping his lips - he glanced at Alan, a mysterious glint flashing through his eyes. "So.. which is it?", Alan asked, his clenched fists hanging loosely by his sides, unable to contain his anxiety any further. Ezekiel ran his tongue over his thin lips, his gaze holding more suspense than a whirlwind cliffhanger. He stroked his smooth chin, raising a perfectly arched brow, voice barely above audible, "It's...." "It's what?"Zeke raised his eyes, watching worried creases form above Alan's usually smooth forehead. He was already rocking himself while chewing on his fingernails, looking almost at the verge of losing his cool.Zeke gave a devilish grin, revealing a perfect set of white teeth. "It's tails".The room went perfectly st
Wait.... What?! Alan blinked, his lashes fluttering in a stunned gaze. Ezekiel, taking advantage of Alan's momentary confusion, wrapped his arms around Alan's waist. With a small tug, he pulled Alan close, slamming his slender frame against his hard muscles - close enough to catch a whiff of Alan's hazelnut scented shampoo.He leaned in, letting his nose run through Alan's hair before burying his face in the nook of his neck, all while ignoring Alan's constant vain attempts at breaking free from his grasp."You smell so good, Alan", Zeke sprayed hot breath on Alan's sensitive skin, which had turned red from embarrassment. A slow, satisfied moan escaping his dry,raspy throat.Alan bit back a moan, his sanity overwhelming his desires. He gave up struggling, it was absolutely pointless at this point - Zeke clearly had a tight grip on him. So much for calling him fragile..."Mr Ezekiel, your behavior right now is unbecoming. This is a violation of my rights and i demand that you let me g
[Reminder: Host is yet to unbox the mystery reward.][Would host like to unveil his rewards at the moment?]Alan hummed softly, flipping the magazine in his hands shut. He leaned back, raising his almond shaped eyes to the transparent, blue screen floating mid-air. [Click yes, if the host would like to collect the rewards]Alan cupped his chin, his gaze caught between the two visible buttons hovering in his face. Then he leaned back, visibly relaxed, "I've never really asked... but what would happen if i, you know, accidentally clicked on the No button?".[Well, thanks for asking. If you press the reject button, then the mystery reward would be...well, removed from your inventory and void][Host, are you really sure that you want to reject the reward?. If you'd like...i can always go ahead and do you the honors...][Shall i proceed with the Host's request?Alan's lips twitched, at this point, it felt like Xena was taunting him. For heaven's sake, he'd gone through a lot of hell, fina
"Arrrgh!!" Simone groaned, sweeping every pawn on his desk to the floor. "Damnit, how dare he.... How dare he threaten me?!" He slapped the desk hard, the numbing pain in his hands nothing compared to the humiliation he'd endured earlier. He leaned his weight against the desk, eyes nearly bloodshot. His chest heaved heavily, his breathing becoming laboured as he ran his hands roughly through his red, spiky hair."Getting this worked up over such a minor issue is so unlike you, Simone", a soft voice chuckled in a tone almost mocking.Simone's grip on the desk tightened, veins bulging from his neck as he gritted his teeth in silent fury. Glancing over his shoulder, he caught the petite silhouette of a woman in a tight, red-laced dress sitting fancily on his couch.A slight smirk kissed her rouge stained lips, her grey eyes settling on the pawn shards lying on the floor. Then shifting to Simone's emotionally distraught state, her voice dropped a few notches, "How pathetic". "Abigail,
Simone straightened up, his chest slightly puffed out in pride. "Or did you come to physically apologize on your sister's behalf?" That had to be it. Dylan had always been overly obsessive about him, even going to great lengths just to please him. Whatever he wanted, Dylan would move the heavens and earths to get.He scoffed, a condescending glint flashing through his eyes as he ran his hands through his messy red hair.Dylan's eyes twitched first, his fists balled tightly by his sides. He gritted his teeth, his blue eyes locked on Simone's haughty smirk with intense fury. If only fifth uncle weren't here, how he would love to knock that self-centered smirk off that fool's face. He's yet to repay his favor for that night and here he was running that big void of a mouth, spouting absolute nonsense. Even daring to call his eldest sister names, oh.... definitely he had a death wish. And he, Dylan, was more than willing to grant it.Matthew stood behind, quietly watching the tension ri
Matthew opened the door, his dark eyes lingering on Dylan's slender silhouette. He had his back to the door, his hands wrapped tightly around a stress ball he'd found on the desk. Matthew stood there, leaning against the door frame, watching Dylan squeeze the small ball a few times. A warm smile tugging on his amused lips.Dylan dropped the ball, unable to ignore the intense instinct that he was being watched. He glanced over his shoulders, his blue eyes catching Matthew's broad frame leaning against the door."F... fifth uncle!!", he stuttered, subconsciously stepping away from the piled desk. "I...i was just.." Matthew ignored him, his cold features settling on the stress ball he'd drop hanging off the desk's edge. He let out a soft exhale, his OCD kicking in that instant, he picked it up gently, setting it back in its original position.Dylan noticed this, his lips quivering as he tried to say something; to offer an explanation, possibly an apology too. But he just couldn't find
Hiss... Dylan clutched the leather chair, biting back his screams. Tears pooled around his eyes, his gaze locked on the bloodied, swollen scratches on his left knee. Damn that psycho, red-haired brat!! The sharp, pungent sting of menthylated spirit reached his nostrils, accompanied by the fa
Melissa stepped into the office, dazed. Cold sweat made strands of her thick curls to cling to her fair skin as she kept her gaze fixated on the floors. "What happened..?, you seemed to be taking a long while to return. I was just starting to get worried that you'd been kidnapped on your way here.
Melissa hissed, eyes tearing up as she rubbed the methylated cotton swab gently over her bruise. Her hands trembled, her lips pursed as she blew softly on her wound. Her first day at work had turned out to be a disaster. Getting all bruised up like this....She winced, sucking in a sharp breath. H
[Host has successfully altered the plot. Rewards - 5000 points.] [ Congratulations, host is now permitted to redeem points and participate in a wheel draw.] Alan paused, staring at the brightly lit screen through the gaps of his carelessly, tousled strands of coffee brown hair. He stood up fr







